Locust Years

Here’s one more raw emotion to contend with
One last bullet to defend the fort with
I was drowning in complacency’s cheap perfume
Licking my wounds
One more specimen
One with real potential
If the suit fits…
Well, you’re looking quite presidential
I picked your face out of some police photos
Steps of the wicked overthrown
Come have your way with me
There’s nothing left to see
Salome’s overweight
She broke Jacob’s ladder
Where the corpse is, honey, you know the vultures gather
Yes, I’d always been taught that love was worth keeping
The truth worth believing